Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

“The Primordial Dragon King… wants to speak with us?”

Rosvisser’s voice carried a mix of disbelief and awe.
As the Queen of the Silver Dragons, she held the same deep reverence and respect for Noah as any other dragon.
To dragons, Noah was an unparalleled, sacred figure. Even speaking her name was an act of solemnity that commanded reverence.

The thought of their ancestor, the legendary Primordial Dragon King, actively reaching out to converse with them left Rosvisser feeling both honored and nervous.
She exchanged a glance with Leon, who nodded slightly. Rosvisser then said,
“Very well. What should we do?”

Noa shook her head gently. “You don’t need to do anything, Mom. She’ll temporarily take over my body, but I’ll still be able to hear your conversation.”
Leon’s brows furrowed, his voice turning serious. “Take over your body… You mean she can control you at will now?”
His concern was immediate. Even after Noa’s explanation, his first instinct ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ was to worry about his daughter’s safety.

Noa quickly reassured him, “No, Dad, it’s not like that. She always asks for my permission first and would never do anything inappropriate or harmful without my consent.”
Leon’s tense expression softened slightly. “Alright, if you say so.”
“Good. Then I’ll let her speak with you now,” Noa said as she slowly closed her eyes.

Leon and Rosvisser watched intently, their attention unwavering.
Despite Noa’s assurances that the process wasn’t dangerous, the sight of their daughter being temporarily overtaken by a thousand-year-old soul was nerve-wracking. At the same time, they were about to meet the legendary Primordial Dragon King, a figure etched into dragon history as both myth and reality.
As Noa stood there, a white aura began to swirl around her, lifting the hem of her dress and gently ruffling her hair.

Rosvisser noticed immediately—the aura was unmistakably the Primordial Force.
Compared to her own painstakingly refined Primordial Force, what emanated from Noa was purer, more intense.
The aura receded as quickly as it appeared, and Noa’s body stilled. When her eyes opened, faint white markings adorned her eyelids, and her presence exuded an overwhelming regal aura.

Her small frame hadn’t changed, but the kingly demeanor of a dragon sovereign radiated from her.
Leon’s gaze fell to her tail, the tip of which now glowed faintly white.
“The Primordial Dragon King… Noah…”
Rosvisser was overwhelmed.

To any dragon, Noah was a towering monument of history. She represented the pinnacle of power and wisdom, a guiding star for every dragon’s path in life.
“In the old days,” Noah said, her voice calm but commanding, “any Dragon King who met me would kneel in reverence.”
Leon and Rosvisser exchanged uneasy glances.

“Kneeling seems… a bit much,” Leon ventured cautiously.
“I’m joking,” Noah said with a wry smile. “I’m a rather easygoing dragon, actually.”
Rosvisser let out a breath of relief but remained unsure of what to say. She glanced at Leon for guidance.

Leon, meanwhile, studied the transformed Noa carefully. After a pause, he asked,
“Primordial Dragon King, what do you wish to discuss with us?”
His tone was steady—neither overly deferential nor dismissive. It was the measured demeanor of a family head addressing a guest, albeit a very important one.

Leon’s attitude wasn’t born of arrogance but of his duty as a father. As far as he was concerned, Noah’s current existence in his daughter’s consciousness made her presence a potential risk.
He needed to maintain a balance of respect without yielding his authority.
“Well, well,” Noah said with a chuckle. “You’re the third person to speak to me so casually.”

Leon blinked. “The third? Who were the first two?”
Noah held up her thumb, pointing to herself. “The first is your eldest daughter here.”
“And the second?”

“Your pink-haired daughter.”
Leon & Rosvisser: …
“So,” Leon said dryly, “basically, everyone in this house except for me and my wife already knows about your existence?”

“Pretty much,” Noah replied nonchalantly. “That little pink-haired menace was so persistent I decided it was easier to tell her. And the little tuft-haired one found out because she wouldn’t stop poking around.”
“Muse doesn’t know?” Rosvisser asked, surprised.
“No, not yet.”

If the situation hadn’t been so serious, the couple might have exchanged a victorious high-five:
Yes! Once again, we’re the last to know the family secret!
“Anyway,” Noah continued, her tone shifting to a more serious one, “I can’t stay in this body for too long—it’ll tire her out. So I’ll get straight to the point.”

The couple nodded, giving her their full attention.
“First,” Noah began, “that crystal your father used to sense me—where did it come from?”
Leon answered, “It was given to me by the Tower Master of Sky City.”

“Tower Master? Who’s that?”
Rosvisser explained the Tower Master’s history and his motivations for building Sky City.
“I see,” Noah said thoughtfully. “A rare soul driven by compassion. And if he knows this much about me, he must also know about the Ultimate Fear, correct?”

“Yes. He provided most of the information we have about it,” Leon confirmed.
“Good,” Noah said. “Thousands of years ago, I expended all my power to seal the Ultimate Fear. But with the chaos and unrest in the world today, the negative emotions that feed it are surging. Its followers are actively spreading these emotions, accelerating their master’s return.”
“I was meant to awaken several years from now, but because of Konstantin’s interference, my soul was forced to seek refuge in your daughter’s consciousness. I am using her body to gather the strength I need to recover.”

“Fortunately, we still have time to prepare,” Noah added. “The Ultimate Fear’s return isn’t imminent, but it’s inevitable.”
She turned to Rosvisser.
“Queen of the Silver Dragons,” she addressed her.

“Yes, Ancestor?” Rosvisser replied, her voice steady but respectful.
“Your clan didn’t exist in my time. You’re a recent addition to dragonkind, aren’t you?”
“Yes, our founder established the Silver Dragon tribe about three thousand years ago.”

“And you’re the second ruler?”
“Yes.”
“You look young—barely three hundred years old?”

“Just over two hundred,” Rosvisser corrected.
Noah smiled. “To achieve so much at such a young age—mastering even a portion of the Primordial Force—you’re an exceptional successor.”
“Thank you, Ancestor,” Rosvisser said with a modest nod.

“However,” Noah continued, her tone sharpening, “your Primordial Force is impure. When I took over this body, I allowed some of my force to spill out. You must have felt the difference, didn’t you?”
Rosvisser hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, Ancestor. The difference is… significant.”
“I’ll teach you how to refine a purer form of the Primordial Force and introduce you to other Primordial spells beyond Soul Judgement. We’ll need every advantage against the Ultimate Fear.”

“Thank you, Ancestor,” Rosvisser said, bowing her head.
Noah turned to Leon.
“Leon Cosmod, I’ve watched many of your battles from this child’s consciousness. You’re formidable, almost unparalleled among Dragon Kings. But even you have weaknesses.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “Weaknesses? Please, enlighten me.”
“You rely too much on overwhelming power,” Noah explained. “Your techniques are all about brute force and destruction. While effective, it leaves you vulnerable against an opponent like the Ultimate Fear.”
“What do you suggest?”

“You need to temper your strength, make it more controlled,” Noah said, demonstrating by interlocking her fingers tightly. “Internalize your power. Refine it. Only then will you stand a chance.”
Leon stared at his hand, repeating softly, “Internalize my power…”